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Tonight at Fu-chou, this moon she watches
Alone in our room. And my little, far-off
Children, too young to understand what keeps me
Away, or even remember Chang'an. By now,
Her hair will be mist-scented, her jade-white
Arms chilled in its clear light. When
Will it find us together again, drapes drawn
Open, light traced where it dries our tears?
Tu Fu
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Samantha Turner (12/29/2011 11:33:00 AM)
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Love it! : D. Read some of mine? Comment and Rate i appriciate it!
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Jeline Loh Jen-Li (12/29/2011 9:27:00 AM)
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I am a New Dreamer, Would like to have you invite you into the windows of my life.
A New Beginning of a Deeper Friendship (Going on to Perfection)
I remembered we were hanging out
A week before Christmas
You confessed that
All you want for Christmas
Is me
I was happy to know that
Then I playfully dared you
If you were to express it publicly
On your Facebook
I will consider you
Who knows after a great eventful Christmas
You asked me
Again for the third time in a year
To be your girlfriend
I was blushing on the outside
While having butterflies on the inside
I teasingly muttered if you were serious
You haven’t posted it on your Facebook
My intention was to see if he is man
Man enough for me to consider
I got quite anxious
Wondered if he really would
I changed my statement
If you post it on Facebook
I may not be your girlfriend
If I would,
It requires
High commitment, High responsibility
Not forgetting High Maintenance
It is for a lifetime not a temporary basis
Everything of yours will be mine
While mine remains the same
Truly, a Man he is!
He was waiting for the right time
To express how much he wanted me
Lo and behold,11.58pm on a 2011 Christmas
He posted his shout out to the world
He held my hand and my fingers reacted
While he said so now you are mine
I replied the opposite from my hand language
He then said you are!
What makes you think so?
Because you responded this time with
With your hand gripping mine
I asked why a day after Christmas?
He said you wanted to put God first
So I am the next prior to Jesus Christ
But how can you propose without a flower?
Then as I was searching for my house keys
To head out of his car back home
To call it a night
Not just any night but a wonderful one
Whilst he pulled out something from his car boot
Hand it over to me
A Bouquet of White Lilies
Oh boy! I was really impressed by him!
8 stalks of varieties of Oriental White Lilies
It marks a new beginning
Of a deeper friendship
With two buds yet to blossom
Going on to perfection.
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Cs Vishwanathan (12/29/2010 1:17:00 AM)
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Kevin Straw says it right through and through. It is the work of a genius otherwise it won't interest us thirteen hundred years later. And his version is the better one for its emotional geometry.
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Lee Cheng (12/29/2009 11:00:00 AM)
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今 夜 鄜 州 月 ， 闺 中 只 独 看 。
遥 怜 小 儿 女 ， 未 解 忆 长 安 。
香 雾 云 鬟 湿 ， 清 辉 玉 臂 寒 。
何 时 倚 虚 幌 ， 双 照 泪 痕 干 。
You know how did this poem come out?
Tu Fu was caught by anti-government militants and gone to prison at that time.
So, just think about his mood.
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Kevin Straw (12/29/2009 8:16:00 AM)
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A poem of genius. But why cut it up so awkwardly? Would this be better?
Tonight at Fu-chou, this moon watches alone in our room.
And my little, far-off children,
too young to understand what keeps me away,
or even remember Chang'an.
By now, her hair will be mist-scented,
her jade-white arms chilled in its clear light.
When will it find us together again, drapes drawn open,
light traced where it dries our tears?
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Aira Olayvar (12/29/2009 5:02:00 AM)
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“Light traced where it dries our tears”… a lonesome poetry, full of longings… being apart from the family and loved one is truly sensed.
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JOSEPH POEWHIT (12/29/2009 4:27:00 AM)
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Family and separation is well depicted
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Ramesh T A (12/29/2009 1:50:00 AM)
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Pang of separation is indeed painful to bear! Human grief of this kind is very well expressed in this wonderful small poem by Tu Fu!
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Marama Kelly (12/29/2008 7:37:00 PM)
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts, view, concept and heart with us all.
Well worded, well expressed, with a good flow and rhythmn in it. Well done
Many blessings to you
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Darlene Perry (12/29/2008 1:59:00 PM)
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Wonderfully written, a joy to read.
Thank-you,
Darlene
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